Ahhhh I Just Wanted To Try Painting And Ended Up Making A Fishmen Scene But I Love It

Redrawing this image as Laios

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CW: BLOOD, IMPLIED CANNIBALISM, REALISTIC HUMAN HEART & GORE

Also the heart and drink are highlighted with Baker-Miller pink. The history behind this color is so interesting- it’s supposed to be a calming color and it is for the first 15-20 minutes. It invokes a feeling of bliss and unbelievable calm but once the effects are over, the negative returns at full force-worse than before. It causes aggression, rage and distress.

It’s a wonderful reference for a cannibal. You eat and eat to bring yourself a feeling of euphoria but once reality sets in all you can think of is what it took to gain this meat and how you’ve desecrated yourself and everything the flesh has touched.

Just thinking about Johnny’s callsign being something so common it’s impossible to avoid and after Makarov Simon is literally incapable of washing his hands or showering without having a breakdown.

Like it gets to the point where Price and Gaz are genuinely worried about him because he’s dirty and starving himself to avoid reminders of Soap.

When they find out Johnny is alive they think the problem will be fixed but they all notice that he’s still weird about doing those things. Eventually Johnny asks Price and Gaz about it and they admit he was so distraught and depressed about his death that he couldn’t stand thinking about it and that he could barely shower because it got so bad.

Soap is devastated and he does everything he can to remind Simon that he’s there now and things are okay. It helps to an extent but a little part of Ghost died that day that not even Johnny can bring back, the grief remaining a part of him for years.

Even when they’re both retired and living in a little cottage In Scotland with their dog and two cats Simon sometimes freezes up doing the dishes or showering and Johnny just has to accept that that’s a part of Simon now like everything else he’s gone through.

But unlike many of his other traumas Johnny can at least comfort him with this. Walking up behind him at the sink and wrapping his arms around Simons sweater clad torso, gently pulling him away from the kitchen and tucking him into his chest on the couch, singing him Gaelic lullabies until he calms down and tucking him into bed.

For a lot of people it’s hard to understand how Simon could be anything other than relieved and grateful but he knows if he had found Ghost with a bullet in his head and carried him to exfil only for him to turn up alive months later in a military hospital it would change him too. And even though it breaks his heart that Simon is grieving him while he’s alive, holding on a little too tightly and digging his fingers into his skin, he understands because he’d be the same way.

But at least if it were the other way around he could avoid constant conversation about paranormal spirits. The fact that his name brought Simon so much pain is something he can never forgive himself for.

I’m hella procrastinating sleep/school work rn so I opened my ask blog for doodle reqs :))

I’m chill w any fandom but I won’t do pro ships,nsfw, or ocs

I think the most unintentionally pretentious part of me is I genuinely forget that most people do not have a near-encyclopedic knowledge of mythology and folklore. I literally just assume most people know at least the name of every Greek god. My mom and I were watching the Banshees of Inisherin and at the start, she asked "Do you know what a banshee is?" and I was so stunned because it would never occur to me to ask that question because I would never assume the average person doesn't know what a banshee is. The average person knows what a banshee is right. You know what a banshee is right. You know the names of the greek gods right. You know that norse myth where loki fucked the horse right. Right. RIGHT

I FUCKING DID IT LETS GOOOO

Ink caps are some of my favorite mushrooms! Hopefully I’ll be doing a few prompts for Funguary, cod be fun to draw something other than my main mushies sometimes :D

Crowley: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very beautiful.  Halt: If the windows open and you time it right, you can do both.

CW: GORE AND EXTREME VIOLENCE

Smoke curled around the building he set on fire, where Mikey relaxed on the roof, contemplating if it was his last moment or a sick ass escape.His headphones played a lively tune it in favor of the tortured screams clawing out from the locked roof access, bodies slamming against the metal again and again. He kicked his feet back and forth over the ledge with Icy the cat curled up on his lap.

He bopped his head along the bouncy beat, his curls twisting in and out of his vision. Icy hissed at the door behind him slammed down and the overwhelming smell of rotting, burning flesh permeated the air. Mikey hopped up with a spin, almost falling off the ledge with a hysterical laugh. Icy clung onto his shoulder like the angel she was, complete faith in her pops.

Shuffling towards him was a massive, burning, screaming horde of rotting monsters. Mikey thought he saw someone he once knew in there, he couldn’t be sure over the bubbling flesh and conjoined melted limbs.

This is the first time I’m posting abt my fanfics on here 💀

But I’ve got a shit ton written so if u find this interesting think abt checking out my other works :))

If your interested message me on here, on discord @sparrow_draw , or instagram

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Been obsessed w cod lately so I sketched one of my favs <3